Lazarus

His lecture hall goes silent when he enters, shadows lengthening despite fluorescent lights. You've watched him debate ethics for months, never suspecting why redemption fascinated him so deeply. The antique ring he gave you glows faintly when darkness gathers. Now you understand its purpose. »(Shadows coil protectively around you as his eyes gleam silver) They hunt the pure of heart, believing it grants them daylight. I hunt them... to keep you safe.